It was somebody's birthday, although I can't remember whose.
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Wonder why. Somebody ate handfuls of dog food out of an enormous bag. It seems like the Southside Sheiks were involved in some way. Chip and Brian were living in this old log house? The next day I had to be in Music Appreciation class. I had the shakes and discovered that chloroform smells sweet when you sweat it out. We sat in wooden chairs in an auditorium, and since it was the first opportunity I'd had in college to carve anything into a desk, I did.
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Just don't ask me what. I don't remember how the party evening started out; I think there had been a cookout, but I wasn't around for that. I remember sitting on the stairs with Lynne and smoking cigarettes hers. Her dress kept tearing. I recognized the deterioration as light damage. Sun rot, fabric people call it.
It happens frequently to the linings of draperies. I imparted this to her. She seemed polite but probably not overwhelmed with the exact diagnosis of her dress.
This is what I remember. This, and Kevin Hurley with a big white rag. This Blog is for swapping stories and ideas about the Johnson City music scene. The presence of so many video cameras and trying to answer interview questions about the band, put me in a contemplative mood for the drive back to Nashville.
Why did that scene thrive and continue on while many other 80s music scenes just kind of went away. We tried. The scene is site-specific and the original talent can either stay or go. By and large, the talent left but it still has a place to call home. We need a place to put photos and music files. At any rate, pull up a seat and stay awhile. I never gave much creedence to the gun sale story, although like James I heard it too. Fact is, in the U. Full Auto requires a class 3 license, but semi-auto is easier than selling a car to someone.
Heck, if you want a semi-automatic, just go to Wal-Mart and buy one!
I may be wrong about Sam. Rumor had it that the reason all those cats cut out and left Burt to run the place was due to the sales of semi-automatic guns to an undercover agent in the club during off hours. I often wondered about the validity of this storie due to the harsh penalties for such actions If you know the real scoop on this please let me know. I remember the first time I met Bleu. I was having a party for Angie's b-day at that place I lived in with Susan and Vicki.
He blathered on for a while about keeping it real.
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The next thing I know is Angie is telling me to get Frankie away from her mom. Yes, her mom showed up to party and make sure everything was above board with the event. However, it seems that she had a few and started propositioning Frank in and around my room. She has passed on now and I will say that though she was an odd bird she does get much respect from me as her life wasn't a bowl of cherries yet she fought hard the whole time to keep everything together. Nightmare Genesis: Hello Bloggers. How the fuck do you people remember all that shit! I remember our first gig.
John, Kurt and Donnie Poole had booked a gig and needed a singer. Yes they booked a gig and did not even have a band—very nice. No flatbed, just on the blacktop. We were paid in food.
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A couple weeks later we played an encore at the McDonalds on Walnut St. Again…more food—and more people. John, Kurt and Donnie were very cool, they could play great and had just graduated high school—I was very envious. We did some open hoots afterward and people started coming out.
Boy, we thought we were hot-shit. They offered us our own night at Down Home and before that gig we changed our name. John came up with Brian and the Nightmares. Of course I argued to keep it just the way it was…I mean, fuck man, shit…I was Brian. I thought "Sam" and "Burt" were the same guy That guy before Burt was Please confirm. I was finally out of school! I had been given a new drum set the old white Tama Swingstar kit by my father as a graduation gift. I was given the choice of the drums or a car.
Anyway, my graduation present and I were playing in this glam rock band called Damage Inc. It was a really bad name for a band that did a good job of doing some schlock music. We went down one night to check it out and knew immediately that this was the place for us to play.
It was filled with our target market… young girls. The Guy running the club not Burt but the other guy…help me if you can remember seemed both apprehensive and quite shady. That was until he saw the attention we garnered from the girls in the club. He agreed to let us play the next week.
This led me to want to play with a another act at the same time to satisfy my jones. It was a geek rock outfit made up of friends from high school band. It was literally the first name that came out of my mouth. I said it stumbling to tie words together…a joke.
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Russ loved it. It was a working title at best I thought. The members changed almost every show, but Russ Onks, Mike Hilliard and myself were the constants. Pat and Mark however got the joke and appreciated it for what it was, a lot more fun. Lets face it, who would you rather spend your time with, Mike Hilliard or Steve. BYM wanted to play out. We arranged a slot on the next show and practiced till the cows came home. Our only hopes were pinned on the fact that we had heard about Brian and the Nightmares, a rock band that had been playing there to a good response.
We were a little nervous…full of piss and vinegar…and ready to dork out hard. I hadn't known Ditty long; it was really crowded and hot, might have been the summer of ' Some drunken hombre had been rubbing himself suggestively against Ditty's backside for almost an entire set of songs, under the guise of "dancing. Ditty here.
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